I’ve decided to try something new. I’ve only used this as a forum for my thoughts and ramblings, but today I want to try sharing some of my poetry. Here is one I wrote shortly before coming to Canada.

Alas, how I weep for those left behind
In the wake of the sonorous will
Of love,
Haunted by the echoes of
Rhapsodical moments
Once lived
With such immeasurable joy.

The ghosts of those peaceful pleasures
Now forever to linger
Among the restless purgatory
Of the long nights,
Between the dawning of new love,
And the setting of the sun
On which our entire existence depends.

I wait for it to come again,
Like a rapture
Bringing to me the keys
To my unsustainable salvation
Eternally bound to its mystery,
To its ethereal enchantment,
To its mad and fleeting nature.

Alas, how I weep for those left behind,
To roam this earth in its shadow,
Promised to an ideal,
The return of which
We wait on in futility,
To which we gave our faith,
On which we balanced our reality.

Alas, how I weep for those left behind
Now with faith in
Nothing but evanescent hope.

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